Since then Bryan’s been fighting with the Geometry problems as if they’re to blame for the way his heart aches.
An elbow nudges him playfully in the back, followed by a girlish giggle Bryan recognizes. “Hey, boy.”
He looks up as Emily sinks down onto the stool beside him. She looks exhausted—the whole cast does, if he’s being honest. The past week has them rehearsing every day after school, and the night before they didn’t leave until well after nine. Only to sleep a few hours and rush back here at seven in the morning to start it all over again. As much as he likes this production, Bryan can’t wait for it to be over. “You look like I feel.”
Emily manages to flash him a tired grin. “That good, eh? You sure know what to say to make a girl feel pretty. What are you doing down here all by
